Ellen: Hi! This is Ellen! My friend and I had a great idea of a fanfic. Now, it's just S/J fluffs and S/P fluffs. Okay, so what if they all go on a game show!

Strawberry: Hi! This is Ellen's friend! Me and my friend Ellen had a great idea for a fanfic! Do you notice how retarded I'm sounding? Of course you do! So that means Ellen is sounding retarded too. See Ellen, you do sound like those telephone robots thinger-mabobbers. Oh yeah, duh, of course, strawberry isn't my name. It's just part of my username which you'll find out later. But I'll never tell you it. Ha Ha. So anyway Ellen is writing a Wheel of Fortune fanfic, and I'm writing a WHO WANTS TO BE A MILLIONAIRE! Dent-dent-dent-dent-dent-da!!!! (does that sound like the millionaire theme song?) I know some of you guys might get angry at us for making the characters in the Mediator all weird and all, but this is only for fun. We really don't think any of them of being on drugs or anything, except Dr. Slaski. Ok so go and read Ellen's chapter!

Disclaimer: We don't own and of the Mediator characters, the Wheel of Fortune dude, or any other people we'll be writing about.

So, let's start with Wheel of Fortune.

Btw, this is a four-player game, with the cheerleaders.

"Everybody, welcome to . . ." the announcer grumbled lowly. "WHEEL OF FORTUNE!" the audience screamed, as everybody took their positions.

"Welcome people

to Wheel of Fortune

in San Francisco!" the cheerleader chanted.

"Idaho. IDAHO!" Pat hissed.

"Oh, we mean,

Welcome people

To Wheel of Fortune

In Idaho!" they cheered once again.

"Hello, and welcome to Wheel of Fortune. I'm Pat Sagack (SP?)" he said, holding the microphone.

Cricket. Cricket.

"And this is Vanna White!"

Cheer!

"Stupid audience," said Pat grumbling to himself. (A/N: I mean, seriously. Have you guys noticed how people love Vanna so much more than Pat? When I asked my friends who the host of the show was, they all said Vanna. Nobody knows about Pat. Poor Pat.)

"Um, okay. So, tell us a little bit about yourself, Susannah?" he checked his card.

"Hi, I'm Fill in your name, I'm a fictional character first of all. And people love me-"

"Okay, one time, I was like Ohmigod! I cannot believe you bought that, to my fellow cheerleaders, so I was like—blah blah blah," the cheerleader behind Suze interrupted.

"Um, oooookay," Pat shrugged. "Jesse De Silva, wherever you are? Would you like to tell us a little bit about yourself?"

"Um, Hello—5hours later—hi," he ran a hand through his hair. You could tell that he was totally nervous about this. "Um, well, I'm died-"

"Okay! That's great. Would you like to tell us something about yourself Mr. Paul Slater?"

Cricket Cricket.

"Um, Mr. Slater?" Pat asked looking at the empty seat.

Meanwhile, Paul was sucking lips with a cheerleader backstage.

"Okay, let's move on to Dr. Slaski- "

"BIG MONEY! BIG MONEY!" an old man screamed.

"Um, Dr. Slaski, the show didn't even start yet."

"May I have an L?"

"Okay, we'll be back after the commercial break."

. ..After the commercial break.. .

"Spin Suze," Pat said doodling with his card.

"Okay, an-"

"We could like to answer," the cheerleader behind interrupted, "Big Apple New Hampshire!"

"Oooo, I'm sorry. That's incorrect."

"What the hell!" Suze hissed. "Where did you get New Hampshire! Hampshire doesn't even have 4 letters! And the board is empty!"

"It's only a game," she whimpered.

"BIG MONEY! BIG MONEY!" Dr. Slaski interrupted once again. "I WANNA BUY A VOWEL! W!"

"Um, you can't do that."

"OF COURSE I CAN! I HAVE ALL THE MONEY IN THE WORLD. I CAN BUY ANYTHING I WANT!!" he screamed beating Pat up with his Bankruptcy cardboard.

"Yoo Hoo, Pat, I've got, like, and itch right here. Could you, like-" Jesse's cheerleading partner shouted.

"Sure baby! Ba bye Vanna!" Pat grinned evilly.

"Hey! Come back! She's my partner!" Jesse called after them.

"Oh, I quit!" Vanna said stomping away, but accidentally tripping over her high heels, had a heart attack, and died.

Mwahahahaha.

Suddenly, and audience member came out of nowhere. "Hey big shot! You want a piece of me? You want some of this!"

"Um, actually, no." Paul said stepping away.

The announcer suddenly came out. "Mwahahahaha! Now I shall take over!"

Click Click. Cameras flashed.

"Ahhh! Get it away! It burns!" and he soon died.

Now one last final word from Dr. Slaski.

"BIG MONEY! BIG MONEY!"

Happily ever after . . .